[Said cat ears twitch a couple times as the lanky demon -- Westie, like a fluffy little dog, definitely not one of Natsume's more creative nicknames -- points at his nose. The teenager finally nods, slowly.] And...that. Yes. [He could sort of see how it might've been broken in the past, but he doesn't want to assume! That's bad manners.]
Nat-sue-may. [He enunciates it slowly, tucking the grocery bags into the crook of one arm. Then there's a snuffly demon clinging to his arm, and Natsume makes a face, smushing his free hand right against the aforementioned nose.]
Well, you can't. I'm not for tasting. [After a pause, as a sort of concession:] You can smell, but that's it.
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Nat-sue-may. [He enunciates it slowly, tucking the grocery bags into the crook of one arm. Then there's a snuffly demon clinging to his arm, and Natsume makes a face, smushing his free hand right against the aforementioned nose.]
Well, you can't. I'm not for tasting. [After a pause, as a sort of concession:] You can smell, but that's it.